Charlie had always been a bit of a gym rat, which was why he was quite muscular. You weren't a big fan of the gym yourself, but Charlie almost always had his ways of coercing you into joining him. He was a good flirter, so he always took advantage of that.

You were brushing your teeth in the bathroom when you heard footsteps coming up behind you. Charlie was in his usual gym attire, a tank-top and sweatpants. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, his voice hoarse yet filled with warmth. "Morning." He kissed your cheek, his breath smelling of coffee. You finished brushing your teeth and pecked him on the mouth, making him smile. "Come with me to the gym today?" He spun you around to face him and took your hands in his. You sighed, "Charlie—" Before you could even get his name out, he leaned in and kissed you. Gosh, he was such a good kisser. He caressed your cheek, tilting your head up. He broke the kiss, "So that's a yes?" You nodded, still a bit flustered by the kiss.